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Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom. Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead. The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen. While a lone bro cry of "HAZAH!" was desirously pining over a share of the glory in this galvanic conquest. That was the signal-NOW WAS THE TIME! Victory was in sight drawing near and aggressively holding on tight. I assure you of this, we really are the prey, playing this cat and mouse game we were never supposed to win. This evil creature of trickery let us destroy him-so who is the real hero?
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
Slow Fearful Contrast
Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom. Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead. The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen. While a lone bro cry of "HAZAH!" was desirously pining over a share of the glory in this galvanic conquest. That was the signal-NOW WAS THE TIME! Victory was in sight drawing near and aggressively holding on tight. I assure you of this, we really are the prey, playing this cat and mouse game we were never supposed to win. This evil creature of trickery let us destroy him-so who is the real hero?
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
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